It Should Have Rained Carnations (A Memory)
Juneta Key

The death of a mother is, as you say, a defining event. Whether you want to be just like her, or the very opposite, she is the template, positive or negative. She’s your starting point, and when she leaves your life you’re forced to begin again; but without her. When you accept that although you want things to stay the same, they have changed and you must also change, then you truly pass into adulthood.